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... an Garden, inside the private room.
Mo Chen sat opposite at the dining table, flipping through the menu page by page.
She had always been cautiously observing the man’s expression.
She wondered what Mo Chen had talked about with the psychologist and whether he felt better now.
"What do you want to eat?"
Qiao Ruoxin’s drifting thoughts were pulled back to reality by the man’s deep voice.
"Ah? Oh... I’m not picky, you choose for me."
"Hmm." < ...
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